drmstream[writing]

  What I see clearly I pass by. What I see but do not see, I stand to wit­ness. My heart goes wan­der­ing, pulls my soul from its slum­ber, pesters mem­o­ries to give up their hard, wary shell and stretch out in child­like glee. All while I stand cap­tive to what I see but do not see. Then […]

In my imag­i­na­tion, I am hang­ing this can­vas when I feel a frost on my cheek and the lin­ing of my lungs ices over. I am drawn head­first into the inky blue light of the river. The crisp snow abrades my raw hands. The bark of the tree fall scratches on my shirt. The cold […]

The clues are every­where, but it isn’t until you see the title that the entire mean­ing becomes clear. I stum­bled across these paint­ings because I fol­low the artist on Twit­ter. Her han­dle is @julia_hensley. I don’t fol­low her because she’s an artist; a writer that I fol­low fol­lows her and I added her as I […]

The paint­ing is Olympia by Edouard Manet. In 1865, it was pil­lo­ried by peo­ple of good sense as depraved and immoral. A jour­nal­ist wrote: If the can­vas of the Olympia was not destroyed, it is only because of the pre­cau­tions that were taken by the admin­is­tra­tion. Years later, Manet’s paint­ing has been pegged as the start […]

via ritarogers.com A work from 1991: a period of great expres­sion and cre­ative exploration.

My mother walked every day by the beach and in the sea grass and heather. Her dog ran in and out of the thick heather, chas­ing rab­bits and run­ning down scents that mixed with the bright smell of the ocean. The hori­zon runs long and low. To find dimen­sion and per­spec­tive on these walks, you need […]